I'm Not Perfect!

Hey! I know I’m not perfect, but complaining to me over the phone for five or ten minutes straight isn’t going to help! Yes, I know I need to find a program, though I’m half convinced that there isn’t one out there, period! I know I need to get out there more, walk around, take pictures. I’m sorry I just don’t like walking around in a small town where everybody knows you without someone who’s at least halfway decent towards me. I’m not becoming a hermit it’s just I’d rather be in my room talking to people who I wished lived in town half the tome only so you’ll get off my back about it. And no I’m not biking to them. I’m perfectly fine typing out my hearts content to them. I think they live a bit too far away… as in miles… miles and miles.
I don’t care if you biked five miles yesterday and had fun doing it. I don’t care if you don’t like how I am. I don’t care any more… I’m tired of trying to be daddy’s little girl. You’re never here anyway. Too busy building shit anyway. I understand completely why you and mom aren’t together anymore. I’m on her side, by the way. I always have been. You. Are. An. Asshole.
You’re not always right.
You can’t always fix things by spending a ton of money. Pssst… that hardly ever works, you’re the one who taught me how to act!
You make me feel so bad, when in reality you’re just using a little mind game. I shouldn’t feel guilty for this! I shouldn’t.
I don’t curse that much… at all!
You take everything too literally. Relax.
Nathan isn’t so perfect! I get the good grades, he gets the attention for failing. It’s my birthday, he gets the better present. He’s selfish always wanting too much, I try to hold him back so that he doesn’t get on your nerves or something (I don’t even know why I do it!) and he gets everything he wants. I try to help him out, teach him a lesson I get yelled at and in trouble for showing him how nasty people can be… even when he knows I’m just kidding. He cheats, he lies, he steals… how the Hell do I get the blame!? I’m stopping because Nathan wasn’t originally part of this, he can be a good kid.
I’m not perfect, get over yourself.
You could at least try to be proud, show up to some event I’m part of. Call me for a reason other than to tell me about all the things I’m doing wrong. I don’t know maybe you could even listen to me for once, but even I know that stretching it a bit too far.
I give up on trying to type… its pointless now. I’m too worked up… over something this stupid.
And this is soo stupid.